This is nothing special, well to you anyway. I'm not a scrapbook type, or a baby book writer, or even a picture printer. I'm terrible at recording memories. This blog is my attempt at holding on to some of my life as a Christian, a wife, and a homeschooling Mom of 5. I am a country girl that lived in a big city for 14 years, and moved to the Deep South for quiet, quaint, small town living.

Friday, January 28, 2011

What am I going to do?

She is just like me!  UGH!  I have NO idea how we will all survive.

I round the corner to the dining room and get a flashback of me coloring under all the furniture when I was little.  (It is still there at Dad's house!)  I don't even know how to handle this.  My mom tried the bucket approach, meaning she skipped the spanking and gave me a bucket of soapy water and made me scrub the marks off the wall.  The next day, I had a bucket of water out and a new mural on the wall, ready to do it again.  Needless to say, the spanking wasn't skipped that day.

I continued to color on things, even when I knew better.  Right on up until I started getting paid for it.  I think I need to buy stock in magic eraser.

PS. The David she is referring to is from the David Shannon book, No David! and David gets in Trouble.  Her favorites.

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